This is a song about "Workin on my shit"

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Shit, i done bit my lip on this biz,

And i be talking about me, i do this

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Baby im on my other shit,

'nova- i'll sit on my sofa and shit in your soda

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well