This is a song about "Fucking job"

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

And while i’m in your mother

May not have the job i want to

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

Okay man you do the drop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Put the purp in the blunt

Who’s job is the abatement