This is a song about "Work from home"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

All on the furniture with no regards

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

My dad going to work and never coming home,

So is dr. j and moses malone

Got no help from no one i work alone.

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win