This is a song about "Blow jobs"

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

I'm rolling down the window

Toss it just let the wind blow

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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