This is a song about "Quiting my job"

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

They gotta point em out baby

You have no job, just lazy.

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

My job isn't done, too many faggots to be shown in this globe/

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Who’s job is the abatement

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait