This is a song about "What are people"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

People are people so let’s just mind our own

People that are my enemies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Of what coarse lyrics ye are moulded, i hate people

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

People around are doing their work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Remember these are the people who started aids

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

These kinda people are rare

I'm love stoned and i could swear