This is a song about "We workin"

And the v12, that's on various trips

We think, we write, we give our reasons

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

Bitch, you're sounding monotone, workin' like a robot,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

I want to feel her in every way

Workin hard bustin my ass to get that pay,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Youll make more money workin at denny

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Lunar whatever we take we keep

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

But workin for the love keep it understood.

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

My lady friends never really be into the life