This is a song about "Working out"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Working for an nonpaying business.

Talking of the gods you serve

Working from nouns to verbs

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Been working overtime, anytime's fine for me to let out/

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Find her passed out in bed and you still your game working like

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I'm working on four dimensions