This is a song about "Drama dave martin jo job lazy work crime"

What else do we got dave?

Say you through will all my foul ways

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

I do this as if its my job, i work all the time.

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

These days we praise martin

Yeah i ain't done

Roll trees smoking you jo koy joking

But he don't rule a thing

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Loadin up my pinata, ready this day doesnt involve drama,