This is a song about "Migrant workers"

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

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

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

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

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

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,