This is a song about "Working on my masterpiece"

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

All my time working to build up, all my devotion

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

I’m finished with my masterpiece now that the color dried

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Right flows down and they might go nice

And call it another masterpiece