This is a song about "Social concious"

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

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

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts