This is a song about "Work at bjs"

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And i can get em all without lots of effort

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I work at dolly dimples, flip pizzas for a living