This is a song about "Job sucks"

And finally, everyone got their own problems

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Where you welcome to problems

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

It sucks and is such a shame

Through all the rain and the pain

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god