This is a song about "Works progress"

I just play my part make moves like chess

There's still room to progress,

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Guess that's how the world works today

I have so much to say

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So here i say, works begun and i'm perfect hourly

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears