This is a song about "Assholes at work"

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Backyard for the tadpoles, shutters for hating assholes,

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

This team spits eyes at assholes, cast's home is scenic

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

You see me at work, you never see me smile

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,