This is a song about "Day job"

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

You have no job, just lazy.

My every day job makes me feel like i'm bobbin' on some slob's knob

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I run out on the job.

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Who’s job is the abatement

Put the purp in the blunt