This is a song about "Job corps"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

Like they're giving me a rim job

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Get you ready for your new job

Murdered every bod from my squad

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job