This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

So i suggest your change your media immediately

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

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was