This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But did you think about your mom,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

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

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

About how your life is passing.

I was born to do the damn thing

For that paper, i'mma grind

don't think about better close your mind/

Lately been writing poems

Don’t answer about your problems

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box