This is a song about "Shit work"

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

The concept is so absurd

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

I'll take her home and do her like homework

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Puttin in work, to much work,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

People around are doing their work

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

All you do is try to bloat, but that don't work when you don't have shit to show,

The real muscle in the message of that

You don’t ever work, when you love this shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'ma work for everything i have, never ask nobody for shit