This is a song about "Job application"

Believe me i'mma be your god

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Who’s job is the abatement

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

You have no job, just lazy.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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