This is a song about "Social media pressures"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.