This is a song about "Joy at work"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

You see me at work, you never see me smile

Got me quite open for a while

But trust me that makes the joy better

Good love then i can do that for her

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

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