This is a song about "Modified dna and not fitting in"

Gotta say it was a good day

Wish u had my dna,

And not put you in with my opinion,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Not just hoes, and lambos, in a great atmosphere

I'm not in my prime yet and you witnessing history

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position