This is a song about "Social work"

We getttin throwed, still put in work

I'm why baby fathers kirk

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

I turned into something they never became

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

I ain't trynna be forward

Puttin in work, to much work,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

When its actually just a social occasion

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

I heard that loves forever my love gonna be much shorter

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold