This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Media turned justice into reality tv,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

When its actually just a social occasion

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Yet the media hides it,

About some tyga beef shit

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

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

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again