This is a song about "Work at bjs"

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

And gave the coldest smirk

I work hard, nigga put in work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

People around are doing their work

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

When we already at the house full of our, home work

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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