This is a song about "Working out"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Working ya ass out on hanson for minimum wage

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Little latasha sho' grown

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Working through our problems solving em all

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

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

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

I'm working on four dimensions

I never fit in with them light skins

Blow trees like a hurricane

From working through rain and pain