This is a song about "Joy at work"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

I work at dolly dimples, flip pizzas for a living

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

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

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see