This is a song about "Social networking"

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Social conditioning and

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

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

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't