This is a song about "Joy at work"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

My failures show his work at best

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

So i parked in a tow-away zone