This is a song about "Individuality and social conformity"

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Artistic individuality

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Grab the scissors and saws and

I fear no opponent

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit