This is a song about "Social torture"

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

For him relationship is a social experiment

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.