This is a song about "Job application"

I make her cum a lot

Get you ready for your new job

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Who’s job is the abatement

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

I get my cake; i love hip hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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