This is a song about "Hand jobs"

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

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

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

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

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Trying hard to speak and

I write your name on my hand

And bijies like im out and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

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