This is a song about "Clerk"

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

I'll take her home and do her like homework

So fuck the clerk & his salary

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see