This is a song about "Working in retail"

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

Working for an nonpaying business.

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

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

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Working my way to the top

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets