This is a song about "Social media pressures"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

For him relationship is a social experiment

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

When its actually just a social occasion

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne