This is a song about "Getting jobs"

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

You pull up in parking lots

You sell yourself for better jobs

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Burst out like pop.the only page you'll end up is looking up jobs on the last

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Enemies getting closer.