This is a song about "Losing a job at 59 in italy"

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Now im raking in the karma

The pioneer of the coke rap

Got a picture of your cat,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

We don't ever make love

Toddlers in tiaras,

Living my life like i'm living right

Mind lost in darkness he's losing his sight,

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,