This is a song about "Jobs"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

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

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

More pro's then con's to me, more jobs to complete like dropping new bombs/

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel