This is a song about "You work for me"

Decorative decor, what you judgin me for?

And slid back north of course to pen more

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I'ma work for everything i have

Call me sandusky, my work touching

I'm on the run, keep running

You have no more words for me

I was wondering maybe

I'mma work for everything i have

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Doing all the work just please me