This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift