This is a song about "A factory woker"

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Oh wait it is, i'm past all the last factory packagers packaging,

Influences are a dime a dozen

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I don’t care where ya are

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,