This is a song about "Leaving a job"

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

One parent above, the other live scared

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

Like they're giving me a rim job

Only real niggas stay on top

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Its like a all year long job sorta of a bummer

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Curl up like big worm when i drop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,