This is a song about "The human body"

Never tame to any part of the body/

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

It's about bein' human and accepting all the flaws

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You're all too concerned with the human you're living

Light skinned women, all sex everything

But thats the life of a human being

They actin like, i was the human sacrifice

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun