This is a song about "Social issues"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

All these issues i'm facing

You know what i'm saying

When its actually just a social occasion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Social conditioning and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt