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

When its actually just a social occasion

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

When i said i'm up and coming a wasn't telling porky pies

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I think you and your friends

Unfazed by recent events

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles