This is a song about "Job as a cleaner"

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Like they're giving me a rim job

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop