This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

For him relationship is a social experiment

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

When its actually just a social occasion