This is a song about "Working at loblaws"

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Working the drywall partying it up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I'm working on four dimensions

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Working through our problems solving em all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call