This is a song about "Social structure"

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

But he's small and got a structure

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

When its actually just a social occasion

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,