This is a song about "We working"

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

The world just what i'm working with

But i'm not really working the corner,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'm working on four dimensions

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Working for an nonpaying business.

From working through rain and pain

Im courtside, wizard game

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,