This is a song about "The worker"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Singing my life with his words

Take the exit, the nearest left

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

After the fire, comes the rain

See, i'm second to no one

The bigger the the fun

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!