This is a song about "Working at loblaws"

Catch you up on places i've been

Aye, is this mic working?

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,

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

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Just a place that they can come

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

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

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