This is a song about "Fucking job"

Who’s job is the abatement

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

There are times when you'll need someone

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Believe me i'mma be your god

My brother need a new job

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Like they're giving me a rim job

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job