This is a song about "Bored at work"

Oh, when you talk, everybody’s getting bored/

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

But i let off everything i have

My failures show his work at best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

All i know is i got bored

All you need is your passport

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Puttin in work, to much work,