This is a song about "Connor swain"

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Instead of singin' the same song

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

I get that work from my face

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Or something that you paid for

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Gentrification, rent just keeps raising in days and in weeks,

Most of us are check to check, we're living rent to rent,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

You my master i can be your slave

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways