This is a song about "Social issues"

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

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

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

All these issues i'm facing

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

So i gotta couple issues,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

But my issues where to cruel for you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I wish more people would feel me, i spit real issues

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,