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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

You have no job, just lazy.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

Cause my mother let me do what i want