This is a song about "Human curry"

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Human meats good to eat

Illumined enough above human injustice.

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

So here i am at the store for some chips

Always harassed by there fellow human peers

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree