This is a song about "Working for the county"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

The system aint working like what we used to be

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not