This is a song about "Good job"

Believe me i'mma be your god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Who’s job is the abatement

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop