This is a song about "Hand jobs"

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

I write your name on my hand

Burst out like pop.the only page you'll end up is looking up jobs on the last

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

To get to hold your hand

I'll get to em when i land

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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