This is a song about "Rim jobs"

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

I think i caught it for the rim, i be my fuckin ways

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

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