This is a song about "Construction workers"

The construction of mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

The construction of mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The revolution has arrived

The construction of mind