This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Too much rim make the ride too hard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

You sell yourself for better jobs

And i'm still hurtin over pops

This is the part where we run hip hop

Like they're giving me a rim job

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Basketball without rim shillings

So here i am at the store for some chips