This is a song about "No job"

My brother need a new job

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

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

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

At the same time, pull up like james bond

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not