This is a song about "Working at 3am"

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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,

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

They like talk to em young

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Working from nouns to verbs

Singing my life with his words

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Working for an nonpaying business.