This is a song about "Social drugs"

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

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts