This is a song about "Co workers"

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

I’m in so take a photo

To know i like that co-co

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Not biased perfect match the cops rant well riot in this co op alliance

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for