This is a song about "Plantation workers"

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

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

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,