This is a song about "No 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

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No no no guarantees

4-3... yea, remember that please

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

No affiliation

Go where you ain't been

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

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

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that