This is a song about "Social studies"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Studies show i'll get fucked up and then play nintendo.

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

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

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

When its actually just a social occasion

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,