This is a song about "My job"

Got rap in this plight, now it's my job to save it's life.

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

My brother need a new job

Pawning my chain in the shop

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

My job isn't done, too many faggots to be shown in this globe/

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

My every day job makes me feel like i'm bobbin' on some slob's knob

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I do this as if its my job, i work all the time.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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