This is a song about "Social anthropology"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

For him relationship is a social experiment

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Passion for global control and economic and social domination