This is a song about "Steve jobs"

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

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

You sell yourself for better jobs

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

Little light in the ass

M v p like steve nash

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

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