This is a song about "Well i used to work at ydc"

Pain, he's ready for whatever

I used to trust, believed her

Puttin in work, to much work,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Whenever i used to get bruised

So i banged for a minute

I used to sleep without any worries

Ima let her be by herself in peace

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

I work at dolly dimples, flip pizzas for a living

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I used to be jigga but

All we need is convienient love

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever