This is a song about "Disturbance on work"

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Wishing on a star won't work, get some ambition

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

As my work rate beckons to keep on track of pleasure

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

And get to work on a new beats page

So i work towards it on a day to day basis,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was