This is a song about "Working tickets"

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Rich off of grammer like i'm managing frasier, cheers

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

From working through rain and pain

I live my life in tha fast lane

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Working my way to the top

Red dots cause i’m red hot