This is a song about "Works"

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

At first sight, you'd say i ain't got the works, right?

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Need to send murks after you that works true

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

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

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

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

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Fucked him over in the deal and he works for me ever since

//instrumental works well with the flow- wish there was more of a 'clap' in the beat

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

And my regime includes east coast

Inspiration works two-fold.