This is a song about "Social norms"

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last