This is a song about "Labor union"

But my labor has culminated,

And california on that jerk shit

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Miami nights, ain't another one

We should all join as one as a union

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion