This is a song about "Working head"

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Working for an nonpaying business.

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Working through our problems solving em all