This is a song about "Steve 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

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

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

You sell yourself for better jobs

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

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

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

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

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

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong