This is a song about "Another job"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

And then along came the wrong man for her

Look another day another fucking dollar

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job