This is a song about "Job production"

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

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Knock you straight out of production

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

You have no job, just lazy.

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

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