This is a song about "The worker"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Take the exit, the nearest left

Bout time i got my respect

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

My garage full of cars that bounce

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the