This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

For him relationship is a social experiment

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

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

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

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

When its actually just a social occasion

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree