This is a song about "We ain t working out"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

Song: "we can work it out"

I must go like fly route

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

We got money so we ball out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

She's bad and she knows

We out here chasin hoes

Get yours; you know what this about

If only we could go out

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

T-caines sucks, ouu burn, im a out going underdog, the luckiest vern