This is a song about "Good job"

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Like they're giving me a rim job

Okay man you do the drop

You see him as a god

I run out on the job.

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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