This is a song about "The pressures of social media"

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So the ability to hit the loins of the media see admittedly

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Labeled with the same intoxication that the media persuaded him to do this

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches