This is a song about "Wages"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

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

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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