This is a song about "Blow jobs"

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Stop it, love it when a girl stay jocking, they hawking

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

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

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

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Rappers like mad dreamer fucking blow.

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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