This is a song about "Social class"

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

First out the gate last back to class,

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

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

When its actually just a social occasion

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers