This is a song about "Works progress administration"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Where the process projects the problematic progress

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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

You can't test my best get you're rhymes to progress

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

(construction in progress, please use alternate route)

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

An archetype, always progress with what i write

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But that's because my brain works opposite

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

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

Just hope it works out well

This is heaven on hell