This is a song about "Social anthropology"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

For him relationship is a social experiment

Hard to move on when you always regret one

When its actually just a social occasion

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

I wonder why we take from our women

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,