This is a song about "Getting jobs"

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

And be out london with lauren and telling megan good morning

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You sell yourself for better jobs

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream