This is a song about "Jobs"

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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