This is a song about "Working for the county"

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

The way i write has got the king working over time,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

I got your daddy working for me as my steward

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs