This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

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

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

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

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

C and i flow the hardest

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

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

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy