This is a song about "Labor union"

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

But my labor has culminated,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

We should all join as one as a union