This is a song about "Working at a hotel"

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

From work and play to working day and spurn a burnin' verse display

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop