This is a song about "Hating my job"

I see you hating, nigga why you hating

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

These kids hating saying i've been losing my mind

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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