This is a song about "We gotta work it"

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

We getttin throwed, still put in work

If you make it work now

When they know how

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

If it doesn’t work all i gotta do is wait for the word on street to internationally leak,

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Its the struggle we got gotta

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

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

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot