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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Tellin' lies, sellin' pies, hellish eyes keep dyin',

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Let's pretend that his life would be full of friends and fun events.

But nah, he is quite different

Social conditioning and

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

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

When its actually just a social occasion

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

After these unfortunate events you'll be tongue tied and twisted

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick