This is a song about "Steve jobs"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like steve buscemi

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

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

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

M v p like steve nash

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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