This is a song about "Social investigation"

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

She had few friends, because her social skills were none