This is a song about "Getting a job"

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Like they're giving me a rim job

We dig the plot and never bury pot

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Everything ain't what it seems

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Then began a search for a job of which i was able,

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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