This is a song about "Good job"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

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

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

You have no job, just lazy.

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,