This is a song about "Job"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I run out on the job.

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Get you ready for your new job

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

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