This is a song about "New man"

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Time to go find someone new

Don't think this oppression's new,

And real bitches don't respect you

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I know bro, let's try something new

I think i could save you

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Man you gotta do something man

You're uncool like my mother kin

New passions, enemies new fashion

A new world order, with a new constitution

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win