This is a song about "Job done"

See, i'm second to no one

Done looked what they've done

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

My job isn't done, too many faggots to be shown in this globe/

So get them ends hot

I run out on the job.

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop