This is a song about "Losing job"

Get you ready for your new job

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I'm losing my stature

I pipe in and one night her

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Got tired of running from the police

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

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

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that