This is a song about "Social anxiety"

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Anxiety turned to anger anger to aggression,

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Which's unmoved 'n' is backed with room full of anxiety

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

I wish that i could stop and say goodbye to my anxiety.

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold