This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

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