This is a song about "New job"

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

My brother need a new job

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Who’s job is the abatement

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Only real niggas stay on top

Like they're giving me a rim job

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

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