This is a song about "Working on my shit"

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

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

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

The jiggas and the tips

I'm working on four dimensions

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit