This is a song about "Workin"

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at

Bitch, you're sounding monotone, workin' like a robot,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

White america said i'd be doing 25 to life

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

It's a battlejust for tha big money

When you workin like that you freeze me

Because your shit ain't workin', and you really actin' soft,

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard