This is a song about "Working for the county"

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

Working my way to the top

Ever since then i had no job

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how