This is a song about "Job seeking"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Like they're giving me a rim job

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Her smile i was seeking, but she was crying a million times,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

He say, she say, oh my god

Get you ready for your new job

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights