This is a song about "Good job"

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,

Murdered every bod from my squad

My brother need a new job

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

I gotta know if it's real or not

Like they're giving me a rim job

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

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job