This is a song about "Working in a gym"

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

That happen to act like a black president

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

This boa, what's your motivation

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass