This is a song about "Wrist to work"

I'mma do this fast or slow

Start to work on my libido

Trying to work harder

And i ain't frontin for her

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Jeffy-d came at me, looking to slap me, fucked up wrist, didn't make me happy..

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No one wants to put the work in to compete but,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Puttin in work, to much work,