This is a song about "Labor unions"

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Unions they always on deck

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

But my labor has culminated,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

My unions really into that, flowing with the hammers out

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her