This is a song about "Working up"

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Working for an nonpaying business.

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Aye, is this mic working?

Bun b, i’m underground king

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

All my time working to build up, all my devotion

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies