This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The pressures getting to my head, so i gotta release/

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

When we've carried on and never get portrayed by the media,