This is a song about "Social media pressures"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Media turned justice into reality tv,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

For him relationship is a social experiment

When its actually just a social occasion

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

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

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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