This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Burst out like pop.the only page you'll end up is looking up jobs on the last

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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 older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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