This is a song about "My shitty job"

Pawning my chain in the shop

My brother need a new job

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Cos at my altitude i'm not a shitty boy

Make'm forefeit and i'm porshin 600 horses

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Then asking my identity

My last line doesn't rhyme so it's a shitty paradox.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Your rap is so shitty!

I like my girls smart, skinny