This is a song about "Social networks"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

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

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

Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort