This is a song about "After work"

Can't hear me? does your dome work?

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

People around are doing their work

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Work and i work just to make a punchline

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Puttin in work, to much work,

I'm why baby fathers kirk

We getttin throwed, still put in work

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one