This is a song about "Mundane job"

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Like they're giving me a rim job

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

Who’s job is the abatement

She can only live for the moment

Word play, olubowale is my first name

A flow as ordinary as my punches mundane,

Say i'm not hot

I run out on the job.

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

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