This is a song about "Job sucks"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Shout out my nigga miles

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Put the purp in the blunt

Who’s job is the abatement

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

Believe me i'mma be your god

I run out on the job.