This is a song about "Social programs"

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

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

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

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

For him relationship is a social experiment

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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