This is a song about "Working harrd"

Aye, is this mic working?

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Put my number in your phone

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

But i'm not really working the corner,

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how