This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Media turned justice into reality tv,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Social conditioning and

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills