This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

Talking about your materialistic interests

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

And getting money is the song i sing

About how your life is passing.

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your about to witness a massacre

He say, she say, oh my god

My brother need a new job

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

Don’t answer about your problems

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Lies, tangled with fiction

About your condition,

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Why are you talking about your gang