This is a song about "Alien sex"

An alien to the public but stop fussing

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

I'm the alien that crushes this predator

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex