This is a song about "Work day"

I go to work every day and night

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

What them tippers don't see

Thinking it's work and really,

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

The concept is so absurd

You'll never be late for work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

And their bloods trying make it work.

I'm why baby fathers kirk

But i dont mind doing work

They call me say, word

Needlin' through his day to day

Im im on tha way