This is a song about "Individuality and social conformity"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Artistic individuality

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I've become immune to you no name haters

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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