This is a song about "Alien"

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I'm the alien that crushes this predator

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought