This is a song about "A factory worker"

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Its a challenge breaking a habit

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

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

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

Evidently, im a killing accessory, thats why im hiding in a supplementary factory,

The science and the art, africa

Yup you got a lot a

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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