This is a song about "Working in a factory"

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Cos i ain't working all night in god damn vein

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

It just takes a lot of working and time

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.