This is a song about "Bored at work"

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Before work time is at its beginning,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

All i know is i got bored

Never ever pay rent

My failures show his work at best