This is a song about "Pump a job"

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I just need a job where i barely gotta speak

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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