This is a song about "Working out"

Working for an nonpaying business.

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

If you wanted a date, don't come

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Yes sir, please confess

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Working ya ass out on hanson for minimum wage

Ridin smokin dimes like im blinded just slightly

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley