This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Look how the buzz will grow

We got dat guns and flow

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And they can't get a job, 'cause they missing the degree

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job