This is a song about "Migrant workers"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are