This is a song about "Job sucks"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Gave very less number of fucks and she said drugs really sucks.

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Where you welcome to problems

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Like they're giving me a rim job