This is a song about "Road rage blow jobs"

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I get pissed and go in a rage

You see i promised that i'd never change

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

You don't sleep, you just blow blow blow

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

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

I can’t even express myself, incredible hulk’s rage/

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change