This is a song about "Hand job"

And don't make vibrations stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Got a beans if you wanna pop

I run out on the job.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You have no job, just lazy.

Who’s job is the abatement

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot