This is a song about "Working for the man"

His light snuffed out. a vigil for the passed man

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

So all the hustling for nothing man

And never should you tear

Shake it for the man of the year

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Working the drywall partying it up

Bitches is artificially duck