This is a song about "Haiti relief workers"

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Over all i rapped as a relief, cause

And i can't lie, she's no longer in pain and i felt relief.

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,