This is a song about "Social problems"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Like it might solve their problems

I think found where your mind was

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

When its actually just a social occasion

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue