This is a song about "No job"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

My brother need a new job

So get them ends hot

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

I run out on the job.

And sins we got