This is a song about "Working on my masterpiece"

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Let me put my funk on this one time

I'm working on four dimensions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

And call it another masterpiece

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how

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

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Immortalized you into my masterpiece my mona lisa

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one