This is a song about "Social skills"

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

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

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

For all the rappers and skills

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

When its actually just a social occasion