This is a song about "Steve jobs"

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

Like steve i need a clue man your really telling me?

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

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

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

You see the world is scary

I look like steve buscemi