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

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

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

You sell yourself for better jobs

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

From the time that you stole my heart

Too much rim make the ride too hard