This is a song about "Plantation workers"

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

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

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

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her