This is a song about "Social inequality"

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

When its actually just a social occasion

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

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

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

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

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors