This is a song about "Joy at work"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Never ever pay rent

My failures show his work at best

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But trust me that makes the joy better

Said when i do dirt wit her

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live