This is a song about "Rotten society"

Society will set you apart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Not just myself, but most of society

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Can't win with this distopian society

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests