This is a song about "Joy at work"

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

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

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

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

When we already at the house full of our, home work

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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