This is a song about "Job production"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

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

You have no job, just lazy.

And its simple as that baby