This is a song about "Social media pressures"

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts