This is a song about "All in"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

But the twist in all of this, is, all of my children's,

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

They all snakes in the grass

I can barely wipe my ass

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And all the wrongs in preventing,

Put 'em all in a line

And the wrong time

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Gettin weak all in my knees