This is a song about "Work at bjs"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

People around are doing their work

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

They call me say, word