This is a song about "Your beat didnt work"

This work is tiring and your props are meager

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

I ain't trynna be forward

That you didnt want me in your life stressin' or messin'

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

To me your unemployed on this beat

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Work your ass off, see ya next time

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Cause being in here is all 'bout your hard work