This is a song about "Nancy kaleal s work"

You'll never be late for work

Too focused, one word

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Baby, you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

And that´s how it has begun

I'm a son of gun

The concept is so absurd

Puttin in work, to much work,

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

They call me say, word

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

That bitch was racist, got me fired

But i dont mind doing work