This is a song about "A factory worker"

You can disown him or stone him

Do you a need a donation

Just a warning not a threat

Nobody ain't own us yet

Knew i would kill the game, premeditated murder

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My all gold rolly or the

A store that dosen't get a

Its gonna be a a test

Beach on the weekend

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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