This is a song about "Redbull job"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Get you ready for your new job

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Ik heb een stroom, dutch, almost like the redbull astronaut

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

And don't make vibrations stop

I run out on the job.