This is a song about "Job centre plus"

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

That's how i got the weed spot

Get you ready for your new job

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Like they're giving me a rim job

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Walking in the centre, hit me and i mush like feta

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Who’s job is the abatement

And get caught, in the moment

My first lyrics were a b plus,

I'm just trying to focus