This is a song about "Whistle while you work it"

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

If you make it work now

We be like chow

Or whatever you call it, i dont know, hope its not for a while

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

It sounds good, you ain't pushin' work in the projects

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin