This is a song about "Clerk"

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

So fuck the clerk & his salary

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee