This is a song about "Social clones"

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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