This is a song about "Plantation workers"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,