This is a song about "Social anxiety"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Anxiety turned to anger anger to aggression,

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Anxiety anxiety, hangs out in my minds eye you see

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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