This is a song about "Works progress administration"

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

But that's because my brain works opposite

Sweet, okay makes sense

Still a work in progress.

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Its splendid when it works out

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

Inspiration works two-fold.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old