This is a song about "Clerk"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

So fuck the clerk & his salary

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

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

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word