This is a song about "Workers in the 1920"

Then lost my faith again

The realist in the game

He's in the books he's in the cites

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

I’ll never use a rubber

In the heat of the summer,

Stuck in the in the tub,

That shit was wack as fuck

The pain stains the brain with delays in

First off congratulations on the win