This is a song about "Hand job"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Bring the keys, oh my god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

To get to hold your hand

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

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

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

When they give the grammy in my hand.

I’m coming back like light-skin and