This is a song about "Working head"

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

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

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The world just what i'm working with

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I'm working on four dimensions

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

So i guess you think you grown

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Always working hard never gave herself a rest