This is a song about "Job as a cleaner"

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Like they're giving me a rim job

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Got a job i took the safer route

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop