This is a song about "Occupation health and safety"

Thinking your going to keep your health,

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

A cutthroat operation executioner is my occupation

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin