This is a song about "Contracts"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Contracts made from flesh written in blood i'm speechless,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,