This is a song about "Plantation workers"

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

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

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

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated