This is a song about "Where are the jobs"

You sell yourself for better jobs

Bitch got all them booty shots

Some are pushed to the point to where they're like "what am i even devotional for?"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

The time is waiting

Where the kids are raving

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Is a space that now you hold

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Where they are afraid of all the insults