This is a song about "Do a great job"

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Chronicles of earning, get a job, do work. apply.. or register..

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Like they're giving me a rim job

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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