This is a song about "Work and cooparation"

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

People are quick to not work and kick ya when your down/

And their bloods trying make it work.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I work magic with words and in addition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Stand strong and all tall, never fall, and that will work,

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Man shit didnt work and im still so deaf

The crown ruler is back

Work hard with the pen and pad

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

But she forgot about the golden rule