This is a song about "Jobs"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You sell yourself for better jobs

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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/