This is a song about "My hands dont like to be unemployed they like to work"

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

People be beat, feds come i dont even more my feet, lyrics like mine i dont need to be neat

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

And i dont fall to peer pressure when niggas be like......:hey nate come

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Trying to front like they dont know what respect is

Oops, i'm so sorry

Dont try to be like me

But when i be they dont like it

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit