This is a song about "Resort job"

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

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

You have no job, just lazy.

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god