This is a song about "Social issues"

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

When its actually just a social occasion

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

But my issues where to cruel for you