This is a song about "My shitty job"

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

But we all know my job is skate,rap and make a lot

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You be rocken swag like shitty

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Your rap is so shitty!

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars