This is a song about "Working at goodwill"

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Working through our problems solving em all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Working the drywall partying it up

Get yours; you know what this about

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Working my way to the top

This is the part where we run hip hop

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,