This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

When its actually just a social occasion

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

For him relationship is a social experiment

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win