This is a song about "Hand jobs"

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

And i ain't trying to land

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

With such an ugly picture in it and

When they give the grammy in my hand.

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

Got racks you don’t understand

I'll smack you with either hand

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,