This is a song about "Fuck the social workers"

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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