This is a song about "Blow job"

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Look how the buzz will grow

We got dat smoke and blow

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

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

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

Like they're giving me a rim job

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Just the next girl to blow,

Bad bitches never loved them though