This is a song about "Social media pressures"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit