This is a song about "Working flow"

Aye, is this mic working?

She all on my skin

But i'm not really working the corner,

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Working my way to the top

And don't make vibrations stop

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Mami told me son, hold your own

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort