This is a song about "Work harers"

We getttin throwed, still put in work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Preaching to the choir though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

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

I ain't trynna be forward

If you make it work now

When they know how

Gotta put that work in

Gin makes me sin

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm inhuman, i work differently

From curb surfingwe working the industry