This is a song about "Social media pressures"

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

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

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

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

But nah, he is quite different

Social conditioning and