This is a song about "Being made of steel"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Just the fact of being there

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Just the fact of being there

Let me hear that beat, air

A mind made of feces,

I'm why baby mamas leave

Took the form of a human being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But thats the life of a human being