This is a song about "Workers"

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

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

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

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

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

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

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words