This is a song about "Social entreprise"

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

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

For him relationship is a social experiment

Make 'em all similar to mind of an elephant

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,