This is a song about "Hand job"

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You have no job, just lazy.

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

When they give the grammy in my hand.

About disaster in the world and

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

To get to hold your hand

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Get you ready for your new job

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot