This is a song about "Being social"

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Took the form of a human being

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Or was i just a desolate being

This is like love, that you can never get

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

I’m being sarcastic,

I'mma let you hang chick

Bun b, i’m underground king

For going on being