This is a song about "Social media pressures"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

Passion for global control and economic and social domination