This is a song about "Social clones"

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

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

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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