This is a song about "Social anthropology"

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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