This is a song about "Joy at work"

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Eternal joy and memories stay in our hearts forever,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

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

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class