This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

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

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I kill everything including my beats and flow

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

But we all know my job is skate,rap and make a lot

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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