This is a song about "Social security act"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,