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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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