This is a song about "Well i used to work at ydc"

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

I walk around understanding the politics

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Talented at many things guess i was molded well

I used to have thick skin,

Gin makes me sin

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

Work and i work just to make a punchline

Is it possible at the same moment in time

I don't wear nice things on my body, it doesn't work well

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure