This is a song about "Trains destinion railway working"

I pop one, you pop one

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I'm working on four dimensions

So here i am at the store for some chips

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

I don't need no fucking throne

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes