This is a song about "A new job"

My brother need a new job

It’s hip-hop, not pop

They say that i never cease to amaze

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Its like a all year long job sorta of a bummer

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

Get you ready for your new job

Put my trust in my god

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap