This is a song about "Job interview"

I run out on the job.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Many can't wait when you share through interview-

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Get you ready for your new job

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

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

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

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

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

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,