This is a song about "First job"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Who dat, who dat? cole world

But lets put first things first

I run out on the job.

If you had, one shot

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top