This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Get you ready for your new job

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

You're uncool like my mother kin

About your condition,

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

My brother need a new job

I gotta know if it's real or not

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

But what about your daughter?

Then your prolly on water