This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

My talent should take me places i've never been

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,