This is a song about "Circle jerkin working and clurkin"

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

And it's their lack of education, working minimum wage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

Kid gets cash from working and flaunts? bang bang silence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit