This is a song about "Working in a bakery"

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Find her passed out in bed and you still your game working like

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

Once as a slave who imagined being free

So much dough i supply the bakery

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

Time after time, again and again

Cos i ain't working all night in god damn vein

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin