This is a song about "Human resources"

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Undercover to free the human race,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Silly human i ain't normal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I aint gonna take ya #shit, #human #centipede.

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

No rations or resources for eating//

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Looking for them better days

Made me loose faith on human race.