This is a song about "Getting jobs"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

More pro's then con's to me, more jobs to complete like dropping new bombs/

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

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

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,