This is a song about "I aint got no job"

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I think that she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

I aint no fucking runner,

I think it excited her

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I was sloppy but i got the job done, one night when she was home alone.

Still got that blunt lit but im in school so no i aint gone pass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

If you aint got persistence say hell no

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit