This is a song about "Social injustice"

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Social conditioning and

This how i hear it different

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

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

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Hard to move on when you always regret one

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

That going through some things

Always trust the injustice

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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