This is a song about "Pros and cons of social media"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

But i guess pros outweighed the cons

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

You got me fuming, i'm propane, profane, prolifically grow others to pros,

Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

Flows chose, dispose the so called pros

Ain't no women at the shows

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

When its actually just a social occasion

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools