This is a song about "Getting a job"

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,

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Please, that nigga can get a job as a waiter.

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

From hollywood to the hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

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