This is a song about "Factory work"

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

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I'm inhuman, i work differently

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

People around are doing their work

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

We getttin throwed, still put in work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work