This is a song about "Another job"

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Get you ready for your new job

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

Believe me i'mma be your god

I run out on the job.

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

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

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

May not have the job i want to

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job