This is a song about "Not getting the job"

He say, she say." oh my god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

You not getting famous like macaulay culkin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I run out on the job.

Believe me i'mma be your god

From the conversation, but i did not mind, because i was still getting, the information

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

May not have the job i want to

Then i gotta say peace to you

I'm not getting no therapy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree