This is a song about "Jobs"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

You sell yourself for better jobs

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

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

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,