This is a song about "Shit job"

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Wanna spend it all on you

May not have the job i want to

You can talk all that shit while yo girl give me a blow job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,