This is a song about "Woman for the job"

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

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

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Then began a search for a job of which i was able,

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Into half of the woman that she used to be yesterday.