This is a song about "Human"

And she would do anything for everything

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Undercover to free the human race,

They bringing me fish and chips

Of slaughtering human beings

When the club gets played

Eat human flesh rare as steak

Cause they right down the street

Human meats good to eat

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Yeah i talk world peace and human