This is a song about "Working hadn"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

From working through rain and pain

But i'm not really working the corner,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I was born to do the damn thing

Aye, is this mic working?

I'm working on four dimensions

Without the sound of guns

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Working for an nonpaying business.

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

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees