This is a song about "Migrant workers"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

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?

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,