This is a song about "A factory woker"

My nigga, its all love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

What a bummer, what a drag

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Influences are a dime a dozen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Given a velocity and a direction

Some of my equals didn't see past their rookie season

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

I'm a pro your a minor,

All my shit designer