This is a song about "Working on my masterpiece"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Immortalized you into my masterpiece my mona lisa

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

And if you listening know you wondering

It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

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

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