This is a song about "A horrible job interviewer"

Little more weed, first class seats

Get a good job, follow your dreams

You'll die a horrible death, i'll keep your eyes.

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Deplorable horrible,

I'm modest, and humble

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job