This is a song about "Working in a farm"

Talking about the god you serve

Left me at the farm with strangers

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

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

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

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

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,