This is a song about "Giving your brother a blow job"

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise

I'm why baby mamas leave

Get a good job, follow your dreams

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

Giving you epiphanies make that head blow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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