This is a song about "Job production"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This only the introduction, the first production

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

And it don’t stop

I run out on the job.

Raps put together perfectly put it in production better yet start the -construction

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin