This is a song about "Hate my job"

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

But we all know my job is skate,rap and make a lot

Got rap in this plight, now it's my job to save it's life.

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

So dont bite my style and lay on the madness of hate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

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

Or never say never though i admit

Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it

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