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

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ur jaw drops when you get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

All the time with this glock of mines

Cus when im comin boy,ill hit ya with a truck,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance