This is a song about "Job security"

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

By any means, if ya like it or not

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Get you ready for your new job

Almost cried right on the spot

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

You have no job, just lazy.

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Its for security, because if you decide to leave, i want the ability to still breathe.

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

Like they're giving me a rim job

Pork on the fork, white in the pot