This is a song about "Social media pressures"

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

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

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

When its actually just a social occasion

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,