This is a song about "Redbull job"

He say, she say." oh my god

I run out on the job.

Get you ready for your new job

Cause i break it out a lot

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You have no job, just lazy.

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job