This is a song about "Pump a job"

Like they're giving me a rim job

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

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

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

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

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And when you do get a job, you always get there late