This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

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

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

Like loving your job and what you do there and one day just getting canned.

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Just so happens mine they prefer

Your about to witness a massacre

But what about your daughter?

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

But did you think about your mom,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong