This is a song about "Social media pressures"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.