This is a song about "Hate my job"

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My flow you hate the pace

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I do this as if its my job, i work all the time.

My hate, it's too much, it's too less

Spending her time with him i guess

I know you said you have my back but its not your job to act for me,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Mine hate my soothing hysterics

The youngest of my mother kids

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice