This is a song about "Working at the pool with cody"

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Working the drywall partying it up

But i'm not really working the corner,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The world just what i'm working with

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

I gotta know if it's real or not

Working my way to the top

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

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,