This is a song about "Working on my shit"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Dc has never seen such progress

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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