This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You sell yourself for better jobs