This is a song about "Migrant workers"

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

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

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

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

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