This is a song about "Job"

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

You know i am not gon stop

Get you ready for your new job