This is a song about "A factory worker"

So when ya see me nigga

Yup you got a lot a

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Do you a need a donation

You always said worker smart not hard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory