This is a song about "No jobs"

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Cause there could never be peace

No no no guarantees

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

You sell yourself for better jobs

Bitch got all them booty shots