This is a song about "My occupation"

This is my original, my validation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Or babies they raisin

To get that good occupation

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Dc, man over money

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Occupation is the game