This is a song about "Social engineering"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

For him relationship is a social experiment

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

I be engineering or either concealing

I was born to do the damn thing

Mostly crack engineering

To this day, the game, will never be the same

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,