This is a song about "Working in a factory"

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed