This is a song about "Haiti relief workers"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

When people up in haiti get some help after a hurricane

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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

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

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

My chief felt a sense of relief. i'm not a thief but slut , look at your butt,

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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,

I receive the degree to my relief

These dude don't know me from adam and eve