This is a song about "Niggers in work"

You think you put in work? that's sweet

I keep my money neat

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Or they put in hard work and wanted it more then breathing

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Your dick work like a lamp in a power outage

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

No time for play today, i been putting in work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Cause being in here is all 'bout your hard work