This is a song about "Social enterprising"

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

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

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

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

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

But now invisible cells around your brain

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split