This is a song about "Working hard as a singer and not getting money"

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I made a promise to the mirror

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

I'm hoping i confess

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Hard as a taint, cancerous prostate

I don't mind if you niggas hate