This is a song about "Social media pressures"

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

When its actually just a social occasion

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

For him relationship is a social experiment

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops