This is a song about "Job done"

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

I was sloppy but i got the job done, one night when she was home alone.

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I run out on the job.

He say, she say." oh my god

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Who’s job is the abatement

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not