This is a song about "Working togheter"

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

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

From working through rain and pain

I wish i’ll never see you again

Working through our problems solving em all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Since you love working that chrome junk

And get caught, in the moment

I'm working on four dimensions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips