This is a song about "Working tickets"

Don't you fall from grace

Buy some tickets in case

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

It ain't where i been

Aye, is this mic working?

All who bought tickets is with me,

I be gettin' money

Cause the tickets all sold

Is a space that now you hold

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Working the drywall partying it up