This is a song about "Job"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,

Like they're giving me a rim job

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I run out on the job.

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god