This is a song about "Hate my job"

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

My job isn't done, too many faggots to be shown in this globe/

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

So i feel hate in my heart

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

My flow you hate the pace

Give players plenty space

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

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

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties