This is a song about "Migrant workers"

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

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

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters