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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Only way yall getting pussy is if you call up a slut

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Before work time is at its beginning,

I was born to do the damn thing

Getting fucked up i'm getting wasted look at the lyrics i've created

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

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes