This is a song about "Job corps"

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

And don't make vibrations stop

Get you ready for your new job

Like they're giving me a rim job

Believe me i'mma be your god

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

I run out on the job.

Say i'm not hot

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her