This is a song about "Hit you with the work boy"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

I used to have a nine to five

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Hit you with the left and best, nigga you snoring

When i get to work get a life alert, you gone hit the dirt

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

Even if i hit you over the head with a brick or stick,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches