This is a song about "Jobs"

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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