This is a song about "A horrible job interviewer"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Got a job i took the safer route

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job