This is a song about "Day job"

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

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

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god