This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

Whip purple and yellow, hello

We got dat guns and flow

Get you high, keep it on the low

And yall niggas right the flow

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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