This is a song about "Work collegues"

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

No a/c cheap car to do work

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

They call me say, word

Song: "we can work it out"

Never lookin for a handout