This is a song about "A factory worker"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Just a warning not a threat

Crackas watch my every step

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Given a velocity and a direction

Then a worker comes to help, you guessed it she represents music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

My talent should take me places i've never been

You're a pussy not a cat

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing