This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

In the club like fuck it, though

Into words and then flow,

I tried to warn, a test, a swarm or batch

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

We got dat guns and flow

I miss you at my recent show

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

C and i flow the hardest

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face