This is a song about "Alien type"

You know...you know who you are

Been the type to hold grudges forever

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

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

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

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

Got a electrical eel type spit

After that moscato hit

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free