This is a song about "Social skills"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

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

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

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

On point, i hone my skills

Big said it, more money more ills

While scheming on hits

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I rather give you my last to see you live again

For him relationship is a social experiment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust