This is a song about "Graveyard shift"

From shift to shift, i slip right in, don't you dare resist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

All to have a shift in your will.

I used to be the most humble until

I can shift into reverse unnerved and still come in first

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

It even came with furnishings, alright its time for nannys shift

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

For real, a nigga ill

All to have a shift in your will.