This is a song about "Do a great job"

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Bring the keys, oh my god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

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