This is a song about "Working allday"

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Working the drywall partying it up

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

Certainly working on personal courtesies

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Round ma way niiga its sunny allday