This is a song about "Resort job"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

I run out on the job.

If you had, one shot

My brother need a new job

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

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

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine