This is a song about "Work is serious"

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

But i'm different cause hard work is all my reason.

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

And what's scary is that i'm serious though

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

But i know i see better days

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Not everything i say is serious, figurative but also literal

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Furious asking is i'm serious about these scenarios.

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,