This is a song about "Homie with a job"

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

How it all started was with my homie with dominance

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears