This is a song about "Social media"

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Yet the media hides it,

Razor grips, laser spit

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years