This is a song about "Put in work"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Its that one round shakie stupid putting in work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Riding around without a fuck given

I respect the work you put in,

Put in work so now we just gotta put in overtime

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

You think you put in work? that's sweet

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried