This is a song about "My shitty job"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

My last line doesn't rhyme so it's a shitty paradox.

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Bitch, they call it motor city

Your rap is so shitty!

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

At first it was my job to love you, but after this, i'm gonna retire.