This is a song about "Haven a shit"

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Don't shit in a box anymore,

These joints here not found at the mall

The next day you is everybody target

Not obvious, it’s like a piece of shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Sent to a shrink, didnt do shit,

This shit is all a lie

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Spit shit quick its a hit

Rack, rack city shit

Or let the mob handle that

No swing and a miss shit,

A little piece of shit

So i'm one with that