This is a song about "Cooking all day for picky old folks"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Brighter than yellow bones

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Eleven years old and left all alone.

Until the day i am okay and display an array of plays for all the people out there,

Error error error thats my heart you beautiful girl left on my brain a scare

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

They smoke there blunts all day....