This is a song about "Plantation workers"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

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

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that