This is a song about "Great job"

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

New york, va, dc, get paid

I found a formula that's great

This is the part where we run hip hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Of pleasure, jill you did great