This is a song about "My shitty job"

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

I put the nigga in his casket

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Cos at my altitude i'm not a shitty boy

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

That's how i got the weed spot

I run out on the job.

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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