This is a song about "Working in a factory"

It just takes a lot of working and time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

Nah that ain't cool i ain't a fucking working man

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

Evidently, im a killing accessory, thats why im hiding in a supplementary factory,

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

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

Father didn't want to hurt the kid but it worsened as he learned the news

Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews