This is a song about "Social security act"

When its actually just a social occasion

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

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

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

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

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

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

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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