This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

To this day, the game, will never be the same

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

So i suggest your change your media immediately

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

When its actually just a social occasion

Back up on my fly shit

Yet the media hides it,

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman