This is a song about "Working pussys"

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

I told him get his 9 and run

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Working through our problems solving em all

This is how she want to live

The world just what i'm working with

Aye, is this mic working?

Don't want to be the king

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best