This is a song about "Social security"

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

For him relationship is a social experiment

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

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

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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