This is a song about "Road rage blow jobs"

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

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

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Down on the page, laced with rage,

You promise that's change

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

You sell yourself for better jobs

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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