This is a song about "We aren t"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Wolf gang, kill em' all

You don;t thin anymore

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters