This is a song about "Job"

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Get you ready for your new job

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Like they're giving me a rim job

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

There must be a god

My brother need a new job

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot