This is a song about "Getting a write up at work"

Getting me locked up/ trynna make me a snake ? a rat ? no fuckin way/

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

Before work time is at its beginning,

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Got me waking up at 4 just so i can write instead

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

I work at dolly dimples, flip pizzas for a living

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

It's getting harder to trust, we didn't work out/