This is a song about "We gotta work"

I never fit in with them light skins

'cuz we gettin' that work like mexicans,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Lifes a piece work we dont have time to stay rested,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Don't we all struggle, work hard, don't we bleed red?

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

It's getting harder to trust, we didn't work out/

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

And we must do what we gotta do

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,

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets