This is a song about "Working in a factory"

Maybe i just have the willpower and a working mind to find my grind,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart