This is a song about "Getting a job"

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Like they're giving me a rim job

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Got a job i took the safer route

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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