This is a song about "Working at the pool"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

Working my way to the top

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

I call that shit that middle school

I could just twerk about, could play some pool, might just move in the direction of christ

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle