This is a song about "Job production"

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

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

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I run out on the job.

Raps put together perfectly put it in production better yet start the -construction

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.