This is a song about "Off the job"

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

I do this as if its my job, i work all the time.

But he will never stop, moving his way across the job up to the top

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

May not have the job i want to

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

This is the kings buffet, i'm serving all you whores stick to ya day job mopping floors

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

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets