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

We goin out we showin up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Baby heading down a cloud

Song: "we can work it out"

But even if we bow out

Never lookin for a handout

So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know

It's not working after all. i think we had enough.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

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