This is a song about "We got that work"

That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do

We getttin throwed, still put in work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Work that wrist im the maestro,

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Remember when we almost got into that fight