This is a song about "Union workers"

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

I've become immune to you no name haters

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

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

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for