This is a song about "Works progress administration"

Where the process projects the problematic progress

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Jai bains: the only solomon that works at night

Cause everythang gonna be alright

There's still room to progress,

Spending her time with him i guess

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

(construction in progress, please use alternate route)

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

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death