This is a song about "Social entreprise"

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

When its actually just a social occasion

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

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

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