This is a song about "Plantation workers"

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated