This is a song about "We gonna make it work"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

But once i make it i'm gonna say i made it

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

I make her cum a lot

Someones gonna make it stop

Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Yeah, i was gonna go easy on you and make it lyrical

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

You, you, you have to pay for that

Oh she’s gonna make it.

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose