This is a song about "Inside job"

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

You have no job, just lazy.

I’m tryna be low key

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

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And you have a job choppin' up wood!