This is a song about "Working on my shit"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I'm working on getting my moolah any and every day

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Working my way to the top

I fucking hate this job