This is a song about "Working at fast food"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Just look at the food you digest an i'm sure you'll soon disgust

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Celebrate the very day that she get past

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit