This is a song about "Working harrd"

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Working my way to the top

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Always working hard never gave herself a rest