This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

When its actually just a social occasion

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

See with a district columbia vision

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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