This is a song about "Not getting the job"

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

Tell me anything you want

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Got a job i took the safer route

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Just another soldier that got lost in the job, offer some props!

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

But girl you got me open

He say, she say, oh my god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

You not getting famous like macaulay culkin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.