This is a song about "The human condition"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed

Catch you up on places i've been

On his critical condition,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And then i saw the air condition