This is a song about "Working on my shit"

I'm on my figure 8 shit

I know what you do with that

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

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

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I'm working on four dimensions

Trip, and then you never snitch

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for