This is a song about "Working sundays"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Working through our problems solving em all

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

I put these poems all in these songs

I be working hard man of course,