This is a song about "Working at goodwill"

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

I don't need no fucking throne

Aye, is this mic working?

I do the right thing

That try to chase these skirts

Working from nouns to verbs

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

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

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,

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Working for an nonpaying business.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love