This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

Me and kid and terra, miracle and rissa, smooth flow,

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Get smacked with a batch of the hot flow from his stove

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You was bigger than an artist

C and i flow the hardest

And-i-like-my twisted mellifluous articulated flow,

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough