This is a song about "Haiti relief workers"

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Got me feelin washed away like haiti

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

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

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,