This is a song about "Social life"

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Life, i just want to see my wife again. so, life, life, life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

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

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Life on a platter, life looking dapper

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her