This is a song about "Migrant workers"

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

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

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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?

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

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

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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