This is a song about "Alien type"

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Got a electrical eel type spit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

An alien to the public but stop fussing

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

I'm the alien that crushes this predator

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I'm wale, the prescription

Some type of competition

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Im just that type of guy

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die