This is a song about "Finding a job"

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Get a good job, follow your dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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