This is a song about "Job"

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Get you ready for your new job

You have no job, just lazy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free