This is a song about "Working harrd"

They burn on every block

Working my way to the top

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Since you love working that chrome junk

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

I'm working on four dimensions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips