This is a song about "Job as a cleaner"

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Like they're giving me a rim job

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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And you have a job choppin' up wood!