This is a song about "Hand job"

May not have the job i want to

I'm after you bringing traffic through

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

I run out on the job.

Pawning my chain in the shop

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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