This is a song about "No job"

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

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

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

As long as we're cooperating with god

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

I get my cake; i love hip hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,