This is a song about "Yo soy trabajabador"

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

I know are my foes, yo

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

Preaching to the choir though

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

This summer gone be mine though

Yo let me hit that jay yo!

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Yo yo yo, lets bring it from the top down, the only way is down from here,

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper