This is a song about "Social media pressures"

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

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

When its actually just a social occasion

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Media turned justice into reality tv,

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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