This is a song about "Working at a bank"

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,

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Don't need to make bank and flaunt around a gold necklace...

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,