This is a song about "Human cells"

She forget about her husband

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Im a human meat eater

Human expression is a human right

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

That no human can resist

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Yeah i talk world peace and human