This is a song about "Mankind and goodwill"

They could never understand

Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Now that you know what separates us from mankind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

So dunn stay silent

Social conditioning and

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

And remember what i said and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,