This is a song about "Working"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Working for an nonpaying business.

Here i go again, searching for love

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Working my way to the top

Working from nouns to verbs

That try to chase these skirts

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,