This is a song about "Pump a job"

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

Please, that nigga can get a job as a waiter.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

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

Its like a all year long job sorta of a bummer

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

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

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

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