This is a song about "9 to 5"

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

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

With bombs strapped to me, attached to my anatomy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

So sublime this is where i work 5 to nine

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

5. walk over rappers like laminate flooring,