This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

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

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You sell yourself for better jobs

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list