This is a song about "Blow jobs"

Bad bitches never loved them though

And then they started doing blow

Fuckin' up my gold pots

You sell yourself for better jobs

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

You sell yourself for better jobs

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

You don't sleep, you just blow blow blow

I miss you at my recent show

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace