This is a song about "Human starvation"

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Of slaughtering human beings

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I'd rather eat human flesh and a brain,

You'll never hurt me, i'm a human anesthetic/

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Made me loose faith on human race.

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Silly human i ain't normal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

For all the idiots: that word means resembling a human.

But everybody is a g with the weed in them