This is a song about "Alien type"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Some type of competition

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm not the type of interviews

Its cold as shit in this booth

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

And what your whip like

My niggas doesnt like your type,

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

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

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

Must be a lady in tha light