This is a song about "Working hard and getting praise"

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Trying to renovate the game

From working through rain and pain

I'm working on getting my moolah any and every day

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Cause im working so hard to make it

She crazy, that stalker shit

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I go hard like getting santo into cooperstown