This is a song about "Work out"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price

Too focused, one word

You'll never be late for work

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

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I don't think it will work out, school just ain't my thing for the price

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

“why couldn't they work it out the first time?”

Taking his work problems out on us

I'm a magician so please focus

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word