This is a song about "First job"

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

You have no job, just lazy.

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

My brother need a new job

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

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

Like they're giving me a rim job