This is a song about "Alien clone"

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

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

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

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

Time to go back, i guess i liked being a corporate clone.

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

The black clone of slim shady

But make sure if they do see

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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