This is a song about "Jobs"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

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

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

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

You sell yourself for better jobs

A hell of motherfucking road blocks