This is a song about "Job corps"

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Who’s job is the abatement

Put the purp in the blunt

May not have the job i want to

And all the while i think of you

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

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

Get you ready for your new job

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Like they're giving me a rim job

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.