This is a song about "Factory workers spit"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

I see some crazy shit spit,

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And with every new verse that i spit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

You gone make me flip then split your shit

This mortal can kombat my raiden spit/

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated