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

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,

Working my way to the top

It’s hip-hop, not pop

So it's nothing to finish

The world just what i'm working with

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Working the drywall partying it up

"contemplate", i wrote about her

But i'm not really working the corner,