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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

A player getting played at his own game

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

At the minute i'm getting paid like a hot line

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

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

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Dont need a pen to write

Always strap so i was alright