This is a song about "Steve jobs"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

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

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

You sell yourself for better jobs

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs