This is a song about "Finding a job"

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Aye, hold your head homie, look

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not