This is a song about "Rim job"

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

You see him as a god

My brother need a new job

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Almost cried right on the spot

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I think i caught it for the rim, i be my fuckin ways

Basketball without rim shillings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Who’s job is the abatement