This is a song about "Social media pressures"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Yet the media hides it,

The master of this rap shit

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

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

So i suggest your change your media immediately

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Peep me how i'm raising up the capital from nathan

When its actually just a social occasion