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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

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

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,