This is a song about "Working through divorces"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Without the sound of guns

I'm working on four dimensions

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

I'm hoping i confess

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Working for an nonpaying business.

But i'm not really working the corner,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are