This is a song about "Steve jobs"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

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

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

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

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mediocre jobs are not so stable