This is a song about "Alien type"

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

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

Hoping my information, alleviates the hesitiationi can see it clearly now

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I'm not the type of interviews

Game over: had her shopping in milan

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

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

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

This type of shit goes on everyday,

So close i could give flip a play