This is a song about "Dead end jobs"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Im end up dead and in a hearse,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Do you want to end up dead?!

My god come before this bread