This is a song about "Going to work"

They say the way to the top is work

That bitch was racist, got me fired

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Im going to get some head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Puttin in work, to much work,

Trying to work harder

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Going to nyc from long island

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Going to east nexy year

A couple of sprites but no beer