This is a song about "Social problems"

For him relationship is a social experiment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

That's why i shine like i does

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Don’t answer about your problems

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Lets just say i had problems