This is a song about "Working in a farm"

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Got a house on hundred acres

Left me at the farm with strangers

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

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word