This is a song about "Working at the pool"

I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

The world just what i'm working with

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Working my way to the top

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,