This is a song about "Haiti relief workers"

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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

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

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Over all i rapped as a relief, cause

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I receive the degree to my relief