This is a song about "Dead end jobs"

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

We gunna take this party into into the morning

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Thought it was over right at the dead end, but then

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I don't mind if you niggas hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Back in california i've seen dead bodies end up in the dumpster

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her