This is a song about "Working in a farm"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Left me at the farm with strangers

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

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

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

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Raising mutants on a farm.

Tats no dey for my arm

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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