This is a song about "Work out"

It's getting harder to trust, we didn't work out/

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ill work your ass, leave you choked-out,.... submission,

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Sparks put in work and they scream my name out

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

To pop it and work out life's riddle, man

Starting from scratch i'm about to work out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Nothing seems to work, bitch pull that out till you feel it hurt

People around are doing their work

That bitch was racist, got me fired