This is a song about "Workers"

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

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

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