This is a song about "Great job"

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

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

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

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

I was wondering maybe

You have no job, just lazy.

I run out on the job.

There must be a god

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

And i could see you coming home after work late