This is a song about "Having a bad job"

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And now these hoes are on my line

Yeah, we just having a good time

Yeah, we just having a good time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job