This is a song about "The human condition"

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Took the form of a human being

And my wish is to have everything

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

Imma no longer be the disgrace to the human race.

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Im a danger to all human human kind the way my flow go itll mess with yo mind

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf