This is a song about "Puttin in work"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I work magic with words and in addition

Puttin in work, to much work,

They call me say, word

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Its that one round shakie stupid putting in work

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

I'mma' kill you for puttin me down in this way

We getttin throwed, still put in work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Gotta put that work in

It's a -- situation

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort