This is a song about "Social life"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

When its actually just a social occasion

Social conditioning and

But got comma’s in my statement

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

We hustle to survive

You changed my views of life

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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