This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

When its actually just a social occasion