This is a song about "Real social dynamics"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

When its actually just a social occasion

I know my calling's worth like phone card

No gimmick: real time, real heart

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Your bra up over here

I wanna feel what's real.

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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