This is a song about "Plantation workers"

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

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

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

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

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

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