This is a song about "First job"

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

At first it was my job to love you, but after this, i'm gonna retire.

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

My wrist is all red from the cutter

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

I run out on the job.

It’s hip-hop, not pop

And i been all around the world

But lets put first things first

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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