This is a song about "Working at loblaws"

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Aye, is this mic working?

Go where you ain't been

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Little latasha sho' grown

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Certainly working on personal courtesies