This is a song about "Safety at work"

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Puttin in work, to much work,

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone