This is a song about "Social media pressures"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Media turned justice into reality tv,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

For him relationship is a social experiment

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Yet the media hides it,

I know the world been waiting for that

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Media circulation only inspires evacuation