This is a song about "Finding a job"

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

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

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