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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

It just takes a lot of working and time

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Just proceeding with your life, working and breeding

And my wish is to have everything

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting

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

I'm flowing in a circle

You can call it commercial

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,