This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Talk about me through your sub tweet

don't think about better close your mind/

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

I don't care about your grade,

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Don't wanna know about your constipation,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Talking about your materialistic interests

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush