This is a song about "Complaints about your job"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Talking about your materialistic interests

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Don't wanna know about your constipation,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

It ain't where i been

About your condition,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot