This is a song about "Working at loblaws"

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

So much to say a scrabble game

From working through rain and pain

Working through our problems solving em all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Know i just call it head phone

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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