This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

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

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You sell yourself for better jobs