This is a song about "Rim jobs"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

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

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

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

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