This is a song about "Working at egon zehnder"

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

I know you just doing your job

Working my way to the top

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Two reflections into one

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

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,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'm working on four dimensions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips