This is a song about "Societal issues"

I was born to do the damn thing

All these issues i'm facing

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Societal conscription got me bordered on conniption,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Societal freaks still prided on spinning the leek, how tragic

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Deal with your issues, everyone's got them

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

All the alcohol abuse just made dad's anger issues worse

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

I wish more people would feel me, i spit real issues