This is a song about "Social justicer"

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

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

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

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

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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