This is a song about "Dead end jobs"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

This one's for the lovers

Im end up dead and in a hearse,

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

Finding more light to shed

Do you want to end up dead?!