This is a song about "Job saftey"

That's all i got

I run out on the job.

Get you ready for your new job

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

I get my cake; i love hip hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

The saftey man had it wrong when said youre in good hands

You have no job, just lazy.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob