This is a song about "Working at intel"

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Working from nouns to verbs

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Working through our problems solving em all

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

We gonna kill you cos intel is all you got