This is a song about "Work and whine"

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thinking it's work and really,

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

That's why this shits simple and ain't my best work

I work hard, and i never stop

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top