This is a song about "Plantation workers"

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

I've become immune to you no name haters

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

See, i like the person that you are

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

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

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for