This is a song about "Working harrd"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

But i'm not really working the corner,

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Working through our problems solving em all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Cold world no blanket son

Not working. shot, choking, broken.