This is a song about "Social media pressures"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

And nine out of ten broads call a nigga arrogant

For him relationship is a social experiment

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,