This is a song about "Social services"

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

And the man knew her services carried a price

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit