This is a song about "Hating my job"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I see you hating, nigga why you hating

I say u jus keep hating

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

My every day job makes me feel like i'm bobbin' on some slob's knob

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

My position improving, not to mention

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

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And through the years ive been steadily hating my peers

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks