This is a song about "Getting a job"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I can always go home and look down my street

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Its like a all year long job sorta of a bummer

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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,

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain