This is a song about "Job production"

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

I got laney on production

First off congratulations on the win

Almost cried right on the spot

My brother need a new job

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

I just want somebody i can see

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job