This is a song about "Job interview"

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

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

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

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop