This is a song about "Working at 3am"

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

I'm working on four dimensions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

From working through rain and pain

So we can live again

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Working the drywall partying it up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid