This is a song about "Slow day at work"

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

You see me at work, you never see me smile

She say all men treat her wrong way

And at the end of the day,

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

So i work towards it on a day to day basis,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Before work time is at its beginning,

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping