This is a song about "Social security act"

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

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

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

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension