This is a song about "I dont want to go to work"

Cause i dont want you to be stocking me in

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

I want to go over grab them both and get wild an

Dont want ya to get hurt

Pulling down her skirt

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

But i doubt youd ever want to go back to being dutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

You dont want that to happen so i suggest you just sit

I'd like to help you but i dont want to smother

You ain't more street so go suck your mother