This is a song about "Construction workers"

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

The construction of mind

You can search but you'll never find

The construction of mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

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

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated