This is a song about "Mining engineering"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I be engineering or either concealing

Mostly crack engineering

Why not me the same thing

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold