This is a song about "Migrant workers"

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her