This is a song about "Working at 3am"

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

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

Aye, is this mic working?

Go where you ain't been

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Working for an nonpaying business.

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I'm working on four dimensions