This is a song about "9 5 job"

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I wasn't made for a 9-5,im an artist an i was sent to ride or die

You know i am not gon stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Pawning my chain in the shop

I run out on the job.

More than 5 blunts in rotation

First off congratulations on the win

Who’s job is the abatement

She can only live for the moment

5 times i must repeat it, then 5 times must delete it.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Nobody ain't own us yet

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead