This is a song about "Workin on my shit"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Your playing my shit on repeat

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I’ve been workin hard with all my might.

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

That's because i'm eighteen shit say i'm on my adult age

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

Workin for a finance but no interest in science so don't be bias because my mind is,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this