This is a song about "Another job"

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

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

Look another day another fucking dollar

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Pawning my chain in the shop

I run out on the job.

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

You see him as a god

Get you ready for your new job

You have no job, just lazy.

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby