This is a song about "Social media pressures"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

When its actually just a social occasion

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Yet the media hides it,