This is a song about "The worker"

You always said worker smart not hard

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Then a worker comes to help, you guessed it she represents music

Your the boat without the paddle

Be the ocean, where i unravel

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Yo we get the dank and bounce

I'm the operator, the administrator.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her