This is a song about "Quiting my job"

At first it was my job to love you, but after this, i'm gonna retire.

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I run out on the job.

That's all i got

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I know you said you have my back but its not your job to act for me,

You're very attractive, and notice that

Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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