This is a song about "Steve jobs"

Little light in the ass

M v p like steve nash

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I apologize i don't recollect your name

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

More pro's then con's to me, more jobs to complete like dropping new bombs/

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,