This is a song about "A alien"

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

Like a baby without a diaper

J. cole's her ghost writer

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Make the fingers snap

What a bummer, what a drag