This is a song about "We gotta work"

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

So here i am at the store for some chips

'cuz we gettin' that work like mexicans,

Its the struggle we got gotta

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Gotta do work like a settler

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Put in work so now we just gotta put in overtime