This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

For him relationship is a social experiment

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

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

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

When we've carried on and never get portrayed by the media,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh