This is a song about "First job"

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,

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

May not have the job i want to

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

My brother need a new job