This is a song about "Finding a job"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

So before i go, you should harvest food

Got a job i took the safer route