This is a song about "Aidan is an alien"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Anticipating the future is an impossible task,

The vacancy that sat in my heart

'coz what i say is an art

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

An alien to the public but stop fussing

Although this is becoming an obsession,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Rapping is an art most, don't understand

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

And i can't help but notice

That's an order, and my soul is

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

An asylum is where i belong