This is a song about "Trying to put it work"

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Were trying to put an end to these cold wars

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

She all on my skin

Gotta put that work in

And gave the coldest smirk

Puttin in work, to much work,

So i work towards it on a day to day basis,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

And their bloods trying make it work.

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that