This is a song about "Job production"

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

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

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

First off congratulations on the win

Knock you straight out of production

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This only the introduction, the first production

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her