This is a song about "Workers rights"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Take her on a long ride

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

How many rocks i made to cook upnarcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

You make a nigga sing songs nice