This is a song about "Clerk"

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

So fuck the clerk & his salary

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

The concept is so absurd

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word