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

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Stressed only difference is i aint got no bitch to rub my shoulders

Im so hot i got rappers sweatin but they aint popped no molly

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Just so happens mine they prefer

I aint no fucking runner,

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.

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

You shook my world and it felt apart