This is a song about "Social work"

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

People around are doing their work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

She had few friends, because her social skills were none