This is a song about "Construction workers"

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The construction of mind

Better leave it all behind

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Grab a new bitch after i finish the drill her like im a construction driller,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,