This is a song about "Slob"

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise

Let it rain let it thunder put a slob 6 feet under

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

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

Let it rain let it drop,hit a slob in his lip then watch his favorite color drip

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit