This is a song about "Individuality and social conformity"

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

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

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

That's why in individuality your belief still exists

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

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different