This is a song about "Job production"

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

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

That cellphone that i bought

Get you ready for your new job

I run out on the job.

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This only the introduction, the first production

Believe me i'mma be your god

Like they're giving me a rim job