This is a song about "Being human"

Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming i'm a human

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Secret society all we ask is trust

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

Any human being/ i wasn't allowed to be me/ if i attempted to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Human expression is a human right

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

But thats the life of a human being

Light skinned women, all sex everything

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Of slaughtering human beings

As i light one for ill will

Silly human i ain't normal