This is a song about "Factory workers spit"

This mortal can kombat my raiden spit/

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

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

One night love: i'mma need that

I see some crazy shit spit,

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Spit alot, spit so much could be car fluid

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

You talkin nonsense we let that baretta spit

Got a electrical eel type spit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer