This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

But you never come when you period is five days

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

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

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You haven't flowered loco

We got dat guns and flow

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket