This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

More pro's then con's to me, more jobs to complete like dropping new bombs/

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Money above the rim, but i don't fuck with timbs

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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