This is a song about "Job application"

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

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

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Like fillin out an application, only lyrics are my resume.

I was wondering maybe

You have no job, just lazy.

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Believe me i'mma be your god

My brother need a new job

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job