This is a song about "Worked"

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

My family's bold man we've worked for our past,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

And miley never worked a day in her life

They worked together to get out of the jail,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

I rather give you my last to see you live again

And it worked, though it hurts to call names, #the #bitch #came

I've come up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks/

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

A little worked up so i'll relax with the pax