This is a song about "Working in a farm"

Raising mutants on a farm.

My sim card's the bomb

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

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

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