This is a song about "Human"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Yeah i talk world peace and human

Never wrong at any level

Silly human i ain't normal

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming i'm a human

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

That no human can resist

And you could find interest