This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

I turned into something they never became

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

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game