This is a song about "Bloq job"

Sunrise, black blow job while their hiking.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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

I run out on the job.

Bring the keys, oh my god

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

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

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

The only difference is it comes back, full effect