This is a song about "Working tickets"

Working the drywall partying it up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Working my way to the top

This is the part where we run hip hop

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Working for an nonpaying business.

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Got tickets peter piper

Ay yo you wonder who i are