This is a song about "Selling phones at work"

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

You see me at work, you never see me smile

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Before work time is at its beginning,

No commentary my man, i come out swinging