This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Media turned justice into reality tv,

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

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops