JJJ,
I had to try it. AI generated lyrics about a white middle-class kid rapping about his tough shift at Old Navy:

Yo, I clock in at nine, pull up in my khakis,
Old Navy uniform, but I’m feelin’ kinda wack, see.
I’m stackin’ jeans, foldin’ shirts, it’s a game,
Tryna keep my cool, but man, it’s all the same.

I’m on the floor, breakin’ my back for the pay,
The line’s wrapped ‘round the corner, customers delay.
"Can you help me find this? Can you check that size?"
I’m just tryna make it through, I’m seein’ all these eyes.

Grabbing carts in the lot, feelin’ like a champ,
Runnin' back inside ‘cause my hands are full of stamps.
My feet hurt, back sore, I need a break,
But they got me runnin' ‘round like it’s an all-day race.