This is a song about "Working in a farm"

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Maybe i just have the willpower and a working mind to find my grind,

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Raising mutants on a farm.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

Anybody who talk shit i getting sliced up. so iif u see me on cbs news

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,