This is a song about "Workers"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Its sad when the hard workers get unappreciated

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

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

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

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

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer