This is a song about "The human highway"

25i do or die on the highway

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

But thats the life of a human being

Now this is what i call an evening

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Ridin down the highway on a friday

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Undercover to free the human race,

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing