This is a song about "Fuck the social workers"

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers