This is a song about "Careers"

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But, i rain on your parades when you find your careers in danger

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

Of impactful things one can ask for

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

End careers before you know i'm even here/

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real