This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

It cools off and i feel it flow,

They vaguely decipher my language

When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college

Into words and then flow,

Once upon a time not long ago

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

And some day ill have a job you can only dream of

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

And yall niggas right the flow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low