This is a song about "Not getting the job"

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

I know you said you have my back but its not your job to act for me,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,

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

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

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

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

May not have the job i want to

And while you doin you