This is a song about "Job batch and flow"

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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 attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers