This is a song about "Working head"

So i went down south but i ended up north

I be working hard man of course,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Aye, is this mic working?

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Since you love working that chrome junk

If you feel it, it must be real just