This is a song about "Working harrd"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Working from nouns to verbs

Aye, is this mic working?

I do the right thing

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

From working through rain and pain

Certainly working on personal courtesies

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how

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