This is a song about "Being social"

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

Straight g thing, double m g thing

For going on being

I’m being sarcastic,

I regret some shit i did

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit