This is a song about "Labor unions"

My unions really into that, flowing with the hammers out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

My god come before this bread

Unions they always on deck

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

No car key and i mean that

But my labor has culminated,