This is a song about "Social conformity"

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and