This is a song about "Caleb s hand job"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You have no job, just lazy.

Put the purp in the blunt

Who’s job is the abatement

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Bring the keys, oh my god

I run out on the job.

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot