This is a song about "Social workers"

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

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

For him relationship is a social experiment

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

It ain't about black or white cause we human

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again