This is a song about "Workin dat nine to five"

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

I'm asinine, i'll blast the nine, my disses so mean to ya,

Pushing carts from that nine to five just trying to stay alive

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Because there ain't no coming back from that