This is a song about "Lack of social skills"

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You lack proper means of comparison,

But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

With lack of compassion in people though

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

But years of practice and soon our skills would match

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed