This is a song about "Girls at work"

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

When we already at the house full of our, home work

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And you are not around like black fathers

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.