This is a song about "9 to 5"

Try me,i'll have you hooked up to an iv for 5 weeks

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I try providing 9 to 5, i'm blinded by this rhetoric,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour