This is a song about "Caleb s hand job"

I run out on the job.

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

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

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

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

My brother need a new job

You see him as a god