This is a song about "Construction workers"

The construction of mind

This is to my unborn child

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Like you've lost the spot, could work in construction,

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid