This is a song about "Job"

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

This information is vital, look

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

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I run out on the job.

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

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

May not have the job i want to

Like they're giving me a rim job

So i took another shot