This is a song about "Working allday"

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

We just want you back at home

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Working the drywall partying it up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck