This is a song about "Working hard"

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Certainly working on personal courtesies

The more small people at your door like please can i receive