This is a song about "Finding a job"

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Little more weed, first class seats