This is a song about "Wages"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

I'll bet my wages, i'll wager that i'm filling the pages,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Trapped in mainstream cages, workin', pays 'em in wages,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this