This is a song about "Working nine to five"

But i ain't really working, trying to get this shit right

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

The system aint working like what we used to be

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I fly fuck a nine to five never wear a tie

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Roll up to a five star luxury

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,