This is a song about "Mundane job"

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

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

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

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Whos just so mundane it makes you wanna just escape

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

He say, she say." oh my god

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job