This is a song about "Works progress"

Its splendid when it works out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

You're fodder even yet my progress don't stall or

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

In this game called rap its skill that we lack its not about progress

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Jai bains: the only solomon that works at night

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress