This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

When its actually just a social occasion

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

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