This is a song about "Social events rapping hershey pies"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

A turn of events could be eminence or broken promises

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

For him relationship is a social experiment

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic