This is a song about "Social media pressures"

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit