This is a song about "Social drugs"

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

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

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

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

When its actually just a social occasion

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs