This is a song about "Labor union"

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

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

We should all join as one as a union

And it rules everything around them

But my labor has culminated,

But you're loving mine i am the shit

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Because you gotta finish a paper

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor