This is a song about "We got that work"

Work that wrist im the maestro,

My nigga for life though

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Its that one round shakie stupid putting in work

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Remember when we almost got into that fight

We was tryna get dat work right nigga say that we get it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that