This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Don’t answer about your problems

She can make a pimp fall in love

I don't care about your grade,

At an extremly alarming rate

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Get you ready for your new job

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Don't wanna know about your constipation,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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