This is a song about "Social media pressures"

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Yet the media hides it,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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