This is a song about "Working on my masterpiece"

Working my way to the top

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Give me the crown, this victory is mine, masterpiece in my mind,

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

I got your daddy working for me as my steward

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how

Masterpiece on the paper y'all full of doodles and scribbles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing