This is a song about "Losing job"

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Everyday losing some source of hope

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I'm losing my stature

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Yeah, it's all natural baby

You have no job, just lazy.

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had