This is a song about "No jobs"

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’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You sell yourself for better jobs

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Burst out like pop.the only page you'll end up is looking up jobs on the last

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

No affiliation

Go where you ain't been

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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