This is a song about "Losing your job"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I run out on the job.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Look at all the hoes you losing

Everyday losing some source of hope

Then later we can elope

Like they're giving me a rim job

This is the part where we run hip hop

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Constitution, they hurt after losing

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop