This is a song about "Social entreprise"

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

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?