This is a song about "Haiti relief workers"

Over all i rapped as a relief, cause

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Anxious to leave this world, receive relief..breathe.. this girl,

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Look it something they can't ever see

Got me feelin washed away like haiti

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

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,