This is a song about "Need job"

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

May not have the job i want to

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

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Living if she is or not

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Curl up like big worm when i drop

I run out on the job.