This is a song about "Working at a bank"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Im focused on a bigger bank

And bijies like im out and

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Nah that ain't cool i ain't a fucking working man

Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

It just takes a lot of working and time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

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