This is a song about "Workin on my shit"

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

For the shit i signed my name on

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Baby im on my other shit,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

That's because i'm eighteen shit say i'm on my adult age

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page