This is a song about "Greeter at walmart"

Can't win with a passive attack

Thats where my profit is at

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

Will get at you, come get at you

And all the shit you went through

To love me at all at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall